letra de 2s3at3r(keroro) - king cobra hi c
[hook]
smoking on gas and i know that you hear
bro put a beam on the glock just to shoot better
one n-gga tried to finesse but i’m too clever
bag full of x’s and o’s like a love letter
bad little b-tch for the streets, bro you knew better
if you knew better then n-gga you’d do better
f-ck on that blue haired b-tch, hatsune miku
walk in the mall and start thumbing through blues
[bridge]
yah (bih) ahh (yah)
ahh (ahh)
ahh (ahh)
yah (ooh)
yah (ooh)
yah, yah, yah
ahh (yah)
ahh
[chorus]
yuh, she on my d-ck ’cause she know i’m a go-getter
i f-ck her once and then i let the bros hit her
she suck me up, like vacuum cleaner
she suck me up, yo’ b-tch a soul eater
i hit that ho out the park, derek jeter
i pour the hi-tech inside of a 2-liter
i’m feeling up on yo’ b-tch in a two-seater
i really want that lil’ b-tch but i don’t need her
how the f-ck you fall in love wit’ a broke n-gga?
why the f-ck she tell her friends that i go wit’ her?
i’m smoking gas to the face but won’t smoke wit’ her
she post a pic on the ‘gram, had to pose wit’ her
can’t f-ck wit’ these n-ggas, these n-ggas is weird
pillow talking, putting bugs in her ear
i cannot die broke, that’s my only fear
[hook]
smoking on gas and i know that you hear
bro put a beam on the glock just to shoot better
one n-gga tried to finesse but i’m too clever
bag full of x’s and o’s like a love letter
bad little b-tch for the streets, bro you knew better
if you knew better then n-gga you’d do better
f-ck on that blue haired b-tch, hatsune miku
walk in the mall and start thumbing through blues
[verse]
too many b-tches, don’t know who to choose
she know hi-c is a radical dude
diamonds on me come in so many hues
[?] ’cause i’m not in the mood
i’m not enough, pouring red in the juice
i’m pulling off, getting head in the coupe
i paint her face like i’m playing splatoon
i pop a bean ’cause it gave me a boost
smoke light green like [?]
got bad hoes on my camera phone
racks on racks, got hoes on hoes
walk in the mall got rows on rows
yo’ b-tch weak in the knees, d rose
spilt the hi-tech on my [?]
hi-c the one, b-tch i suppose
n-gga know how i rock and roll, yuh
[bridge]
(bih) yah (ahh)
yah (yah) ahh
(ahh) yah, yah (ahh)
ahh (bih)
[chorus]
yuh (bih) she on my d-ck ’cause she know i’m a go-getter (bih)
i f-ck her once and then i let the bros hit her (bih)
she suck me up, like vacuum cleaner
she suck me up, yo’ b-tch a soul eater
i hit that ho out the park, derek jeter (bih)
i pour the hi-tech inside of a 2-liter
i’m feeling up on yo’ b-tch in a two-seater
i really want that lil’ b-tch but i don’t need her
how the f-ck you fall in love wit’ a bro n-gga?
why the f-ck she tell her friends that i go wit’ her? (bih)
i’m smoking gas to the face but won’t smoke wit’ her (bih)
she post a pic on the ‘gram, had to pose wit’ her (bih)
can’t f-ck wit’ these n-ggas, these n-ggas is weird
pillow talking, putting bugs in her ear (bih)
i cannot die broke, that’s my only fear (bih)
[outro]
(bih, bih, bih)
blood, darkness, come unto me!
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